Two weeks ago I got her this silver bracelet, real beauty number, had dinner all planned out at The Top of the Hub in the Prudential Building. Most definitely the height of romantic, no pun intended.

I was at her house February 13th, naturally assuming since we'd spent every day together since I got back into town New Year's Eve that we'd be spending the 14th in style.

Counting down, it's like eleven o'clock at night, and some asshole frat boy that was chatting her up at some party or another a couple of months ago calls her out of the clear fucking blue, asks her out, and right in front of me, she accepts. It was sort of like being sucker-punched in the gut, but without that whole tickly feeling.

Whatever, it gave me the opportunity to hit up the dope redhead from my writing class who I've had my eye on since like, the first time I saw her smoking a cigarette in front of the Student Union freshman year. Did I mention I'm a sucker for redheads?

My first good Valentine's in forever. And, I might add, completely spontaneous. No jewelry, no fancy restaurant on the seven hundredth floor of some swank-ass corporate building. Just a dozen roses and a diner in Harvard Square.

It's remarkable, really, how simple and uncomplicated things can be.